After being carried ashore by the Qing Palace for a long time, Kamijo slowly opened his eyes.

"Ahem! Cough...... Burst! As soon as Kamijo woke up, he began to cough wildly, and spit out a mouthful or two of water from time to time, looking extremely embarrassed, "I ...... Ahem......"

"Don't worry." Qing Gong on the side was lying on the lawn, looking at Shangtiao with a smile, "Most of the water in your stomach has been photographed by me, and your clothes have been dried for you, at most you just cough twice, in this case, it's just sprinkling water!" ”

"Also...... Cough...... It's really sprinkling, sprinkling. Kamijo coughed twice, and finally managed to catch his breath, "It's really unfortunate." ”

"Well, it's already good." Qing Gong smiled, "You should be glad that you fell into the water just now, if you fall on the bridge or the shore, I guess don't mention the task at this time, I will probably take you to the hospital for a plaster cast first." ”

"That's right......" Kamijo blinked, stared at the innocent face written on Qing Gong for a few seconds, and then glanced at Wuhe who was blushing and peeking at him, and couldn't help frowning, "But why do I always feel that something bad happened during the time I was in a coma just now......"

"Huh? Ahahahaha, no, how could there be such a thing. Qing Gong smiled for a moment, and then said to Shangjo with a more hearty smile, "We are friends, I will definitely not harm you!" ”

"I don't know who kicked me off the plane just now." Shangjo glanced at Qing Gong, snorted, and no longer paid attention to him, but turned his head to look at the girl on the side, "Wuhe's words...... Why are you here? ”

"We, the Amakusa Cross Cult, have been commissioned by the English Puritans to investigate the magical value of the topography and leylines in France." Wuhe's face was still slightly red, but his expression had calmed down, "After knowing the action here, I rushed here......"

"Then again, this operation is really weird." Qing Gong was still lying lazily on the lawn on the riverbank, "Obviously, it should be Tuyumen who ordered us to do something, but now this guy is gone, so what should we do next?" Is it okay to just destroy the 'C paper'? ”

"After all this time, why did we destroy that 'C document'?" Shangjo's brows furrowed slightly, "I hear you always mention this name." ”

"You're probably too nervous about skydiving." Qing Gong glanced at Shangjo a little speechlessly, "On the plane, Tuyumen said it very clearly, and I think, Miss Wuhe should be very clear, right?" ”

"Just call me Wuhe." The girl smiled softly, and then looked at Shangjo seriously, "But since your goal is also 'C Paperwork', we can act together." ”

"So what the hell is that......" Kamijo said a little speechless.

"Let's put it this way." Qing Gong stretched and sat up from the lawn, "Do you know about the recent demonstrations against the school city launched in various parts of France?" ”

"You know," Kamijo was stunned, "what's going on?" ”

"This is what the Roman Orthodox Church did with the 'c-instrument.'" Qing Gong raised his eyebrows slightly, like a sword bending in the air, "The so-called 'Book of Constantine the Great' is to make others think that the words spoken by the Roman Orthodox Church that uses it are all correct......"

"Huh?" Kamijo was dumbfounded, "How is this possible?" ”

"There is something magical about the magic costume that we can't understand." Qing Gong smiled, but didn't care, "You can understand it as a large-scale hypnotic magical device, which can make people naturally think that what the Roman Orthodox Church said is right." ”

"Then ......," Kamijo couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "doesn't it mean that all the black and white depends on the mouth of the Roman Orthodox Church?" ”

"That's it." Qing Gong shrugged, "But fortunately, that thing can't distort the laws of physics, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting in this place with you so leisurely now." ”

"But if we're talking about chatting, we'd better move somewhere." Qing Gong touched his chin and chuckled, "After all, if you stay here, there is no point. ”

"And, we'd better be separated."

......

Avignon is a city in southeastern France and the capital of the department of Vaucluse. Located on the banks of the Rhône, it has a population of nearly 100,000. It is a fruit, vegetable and wine market. There are food, chemical, metallurgy, precision machinery, textile, paper and other industries. There are palaces, churches, etc., as well as the Pont d'Avignon, built in the 12th century. Tourism is well developed.

As far as tourism is concerned, Avignon is actually a good choice, the city is not densely populated, in the French environment of romance and leisure, Avignon has a sense of elegance and leisure, coupled with Avignon's unique art and culture, to the whole city has brought a sense of beauty of art and religion fusion.

"It's a beautiful city." Sitting on the top of the ancient city wall, the Qing Palace shook the broken hair in front of his forehead in a chic manner, overlooked the Rhône River below, and chuckled and muttered to himself, "This kind of ancient building in the fourteenth century can still be seen here, and the scenery is really beautiful." ”

After Qing Gong and Gohe Shangjo separated, they directly broke away from the ground and came to mid-air, quietly looking down, but at this time, he was not simply enjoying the scenery.

At this time, near the Palais des Papes, the landmark building of Avignon, a large crowd of people gathered there, and the French people, known for their freedom and romance, were gathered at an unseemly time, each with a look of indignation and confusion on their faces, as if they did not know why they had acted the way they did. They also held billboards and wooden signs written in French, and even if they didn't understand French, the Qing court knew that it was not a good word.

"The power of 'C Paper' is really powerful." Looking at this scene, Qing Gong gently pushed his brown glasses, and muttered to himself, "Do you want to change the credibility and support of the school city in the world by influencing the masses?" I have to say that the Pope of Rome is still the right seat of God, and the people who can come up with this method are not ordinary. ”

"It's just that I don't know what kind of scenery is on the Papal Palace?"

Saying something that seemed rebellious to the Romans, Qing Gong smiled slightly, and at this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Hey, Tsuchigomon?" Qing Gong picked up the phone, and when he heard the familiar Kyushu accent on the phone, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.